[ Okay, now that brings something that sounds like a real chuckle into his next reply: ]
Yeah, right.
[ He doesn't end up going to his own bed, strolling over to the bean bag chair and taking hold of the handle sewn into its sagging side. It rasps across the floor as he starts to drag it towards the balcony.
He isn't sleeping. But he might as well be comfortable while he watches the stars. ]
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Yeah, right.
[ He doesn't end up going to his own bed, strolling over to the bean bag chair and taking hold of the handle sewn into its sagging side. It rasps across the floor as he starts to drag it towards the balcony.
He isn't sleeping. But he might as well be comfortable while he watches the stars. ]
It ain't that important. See ya.